The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 120

He was so close that his scent filled her nostrils. Her heart started racing, and her delicate face flushed slightly. She took a step back, looking at him seriously. "Mr. Ellington, has anyone ever told you that you're too cocky?"

Percival smirked. "No, I'm just confident in my looks. That's not cocky."

Vivienne looked up at him, agreeing that he was indeed handsome. He had sharp and distinct features. His high nose, beautiful eyebrows, and sexy, thin lips were so inviting that she wanted to give them a bite.

He exuded an aristocratic air, and every move he made was elegant.

Vivienne was entranced. When she snapped out of it, Percival suddenly pulled her into his arms. "Vivienne, have you fallen for me?"

His voice was like a melodious song that made her heart flutter.

They were too close. Vivienne felt a bit flustered. Lights were twinkling behind him, and the warm light from the room fell on his face, revealing the deep affection and tenderness he had for her in his eyes.

"You're overthinking." Vivienne turned her head, feeling her heart beating out of rhythm. She couldn't calm down and decided to go back to her room. She opened her suitcase and started organizing her clothes to hide her panic.

Percival leaned casually against the glass door of the balcony, watching Vivienne try to calm herself down by hanging up her clothes. He noticed that she seemed shy.

Suddenly, a pink package fell out of Vivienne's suitcase and rolled to Percival's feet.

He picked it up and took a glance. Vivienne immediately snatched it back and stuffed it into her suitcase.

Percival chuckled softly. He had seen the words "tampon" on the pink package.

"What are you laughing at?!" Vivienne wished she could find a place to hide.

Coughing lightly to cover his laughter, Percival looked at Vivienne's waist. "Are you on..."

"No! I just like to be prepared!" Vivienne quickly replied, realizing that she might be suggesting that she was ready for anything, which sounded quite enticing.

Blushing, Vivienne gave up on organizing her clothes. She closed her suitcase and pushed Percival out. "Out! I'm going to change and take a bath."

Vivienne saying "like to be prepared" played on an endless loop in Percival’s mind. He realized that Vivienne intended to stay for a while. Feigning helplessness and with a pitiful look on his face, he said, "I need to take a bath too, but I only have one hand now. It's really inconvenient."

Vivienne fell silent.

Did he think she was buying his act?

"Do you need someone to help you take a bath?" Vivienne asked, somewhat speechless.

"If someone is willing to, that would be great." Percival said innocently, "I've been tired all day, and I'm a clean freak. I can't sleep if I don't take a bath."

"Alright." Vivienne also laughed, pushing him towards his room. "Then go to the bathroom first; I’ll be there in a moment.”

Percival obediently left, not taking Vivienne seriously.

But when he walked into the bathroom and started filling the bathtub, he heard a noise behind him. After turning around, he saw that Vivienne had actually followed him in.

“Are you serious?” Percival was taken aback.

“Aren’t you going to undress? How are you going to take a bath with your clothes on?” Vivienne watched him smugly with her arms crossed.

Percival snapped back to reality, realizing he was being teased. Unfazed, he began unbuttoning his shirt in front of her.